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Friday, July 6, 2012

4th of July - Thanks Yanks

Dear America,

Thanks so much for celebrating my wife’s birthday. She’sworth every one of those 300-million congratulatory
messagesyou sent her. My computer just about bombed
out I can tell you.

Some of the ones
from the little children brought a
tear to her eye.

As you can appreciate, with such a vast number of people to
thank she won’t be able to reply to each one of you individually, so she has
asked me to do it on her behalf.

Mandy & Sally

So once again a very BIG thank you from Rosemary Gayle Abbott who turned
70 on this 4th of July.

It was fantastic to have an entire nation, especially one as
great and diverse as yours thinking about her on her special day.

I’ve been married to her for nearly 40 years and I can
vouch for the fact that if she had been Catholic the Pope would have made her a
Saint long ago for putting up with me, if nothing else. But her good works
extend far beyond that.

She’s
a very special lady. And apart from
me, her daughters Mandy, Sally
and Belinda will attest to that, as well as the rest
of the family and all those who have been fortunate enough to know her. As well as all of America of course.

Belinda

I too would like to give you my special thanks. You know
what men are like when it comes to
remembering their wives’ birthdays.

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I was born in South Africa just before the Boer War whenever that was?
Started life with a golden spoon in my mouth which made eating rather difficult as a result I was under nourished as a child.
Went to a posh school where I only got moved up a class when my old man donated another sight screen for the cricket pitch.
Career prospects were dismal and I was once turned down for a job in the London sewers. "Too highly qualified;"that’s what they said.
I became a journalist when the Police Force wouldn’t have me.
Like most journos I know nothing about everything but I still write about it.
I decided to have my own blog so I wouldn't have to drink with the editor for hours on end to get my stuff published when according to my independent assessment it’s always of great news value.
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